>How ya feeling, guy? Awakening in such a way was somewhat jarring at first, but not at all unexpected when the prisoner woke from his stupor. He looked briefly at his surroundings, the cinderblock room he was in, and table he was sitting at, and his wrists, which were handcuffed to the table. The officer across from him looked like a lot of them do. A little fat and red in the face, projecting an air of authority that was granted, not earned. >Where am I? The prisoner asked groggily. >You're in jail, at least for the night. How you talk to me will help determine where you are tomorrow. The prisoner looked at him with a momentary glance that indicated his pity for the person he was questioning. >No, I just want to know to know where I am. In the literal geographic sense. I know I'm in a jail, in an interrogation room, and I know you are here to talk to me. I appreciate that. I know I was drinking last night. Sometimes when I drink, I tend to go where the wind takes me. What jurisdiction am I currently in? The officer, or detective, or whatever he was, sat back and chuckled. >You're in Torresdale. Still inside the city limits. But we couldn't find an ID on you last night, so maybe we should start with that. Where are you from? The prisoner wasn't even hungover, he was just still drunk from the night before. >Am I being charged with a crime? The Officer, Detective, whatever the fuck he was, narrowed his eyes and spoke >That depends. You really did a number on the arresting officer last night. I'd like to know what happened. The prisoner looked over his hands and arms, and so no bruises or cuts that would indicate he was in a fight with an officer of the law. >Is he ok? The Officer, or Detective, or whatever the fuck he was looked at the prisoner and slanted his eyebrows, either out of malice or to make them look menacing. >Officer Legotti radioed into dispatch about you at 10:58 PM on Thursday night, which was yesterday. He picked you up. He radioed back to dispatch that you were compliant, just a simple drunk asshole, and he was bringing you back to the station just to dry up. It was about a 20 minute drive from the location you were apprehended, to the cell you are in now. What happened during that ride? The prisoner had no clue. >Officer, Detective, whatever you are, I don't really know what happened last night, other than I got really drunk, and now I am here. Is there a crime being charged against me, other than drunk and disorderly conduct? Looking at the prisoner, with complete and utter disdain, brow furrowed, eyes slanting, and face reddening to a furious glow >Officer Legotti is dead you dumb piece of shit. Looks like he killed himself after riding you to us. What exactly did you tell him?